Raivis’s brows furrowed, wondering if he should try to convince Alfred to stay. “Listen, America, are you sure you don’t won’t to rest for a while longer? Toris should be back any moment, and he could make sure you’re alright. You had been shot in the head, after all. ”
Shot in the head? Shit, what the hell happened?
“I’m fine! I can move all my fingers and toes, and that’s certainly enough.” Giving a bright smile, Alfred felt himself feel warm towards the younger boy. “I appreciate the concern, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think I could stay here knowing I’m perfectly fine.” With that, Alfred began to walk towards the door.
“Wait! Before you go off and get yourself killed again-“ There was the sound of shuffling, and Raivis pressed a small brown bag into his hands. “You’ll need something for on the road.”
“. . .I’ll pay you back for this, I promise.”
“I hope you keep that promise, America.” Raivis gave a soft smile. “Good luck.”
“You too,” Giving another smile, this time a bit more genuine, Alfred left through the door.
writer!anon promises she will write more when she has more time. ;_; hopefully it is enjoyed.
No More Heroes (2b/???)
Shot in the head? Shit, what the hell happened?
“I’m fine! I can move all my fingers and toes, and that’s certainly enough.” Giving a bright smile, Alfred felt himself feel warm towards the younger boy. “I appreciate the concern, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t think I could stay here knowing I’m perfectly fine.” With that, Alfred began to walk towards the door.
“Wait! Before you go off and get yourself killed again-“ There was the sound of shuffling, and Raivis pressed a small brown bag into his hands. “You’ll need something for on the road.”
“. . .I’ll pay you back for this, I promise.”
“I hope you keep that promise, America.” Raivis gave a soft smile. “Good luck.”
“You too,” Giving another smile, this time a bit more genuine, Alfred left through the door.
writer!anon promises she will write more when she has more time. ;_; hopefully it is enjoyed.